GO UGLY EARLY
When the Porters sound the trumpet
				For a gathering of friends
				You can leave the hourglass at home
				Cause youll have no need for sand
Half a pound of shrimp apiece
				And half a quart of wine
				I guess we came unwound a bit
				Where the Shenandoah winds
Trading tunes for sips of whiskey
				Sharing songs for gulps of air
				And if I could even see to play
				Then Im sure I played my share
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And while the river hums
Sweet southern harmonies
A father and a son
There were girls of all description
				There were scenes of all disguise
				As they filed by with plates of food
				It was a feast for hungry eyes
Then a father, full of wisdom
				Said I learned when I was young
				That a pretty face aint worth the chase
				Go ugly early, son
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And then loneliness conspires
				Like old women over cards
				To throw matchsticks at dry wood to see
				If one might shoot back sparks
And there shines that certain moonlight
				Seems to whisper in your ear
				That the fire keeps you just so warm
				As the closest girl is near
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But when you gaze at her beside you
				You best rid yourself of pride
				Til the colors of your feathers
				They match the color of your hide
Cause in the question of the conquest
				You might find its just as true
				That the girl that you chose early
				She went ugly early, too
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Now it strikes me more than memories
				When I think back on that night
				That a father could be quite so wrong
				And still so deeply right
But you share the fruit youve gathered
				Like you share the night in songs
				Well aint it like a fathers words
				To hold you like a son. Just like a son.
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Copyright 2007. Words and music by Danny Schmidt